You watch your tone with me, or I'll Parker Brothers your ass straight into a wheelchair. I don't take lip from no domino. That said, I have indeed sampled the LAPDANCE code in UnJammer, and I highly commend Sony for choosing to implement this highly controversial, yet arousing feature. Too many companies are stuck in the 80s, ignoring the raw sexuality of their cartoon characters. With UJL, Sony is following the examples of Ralph Bakshi and Fritz the Cat, realizing that nudity in cartoon characters isn't real nudity at all, and can help battle the intrinsic bias of Americans against naked people. Fight the power, I say! I consider the implementation of Dual Shock features in the game to be deeply offensive, but the lap dancing section as a whole is a true leap forward for gaming. It's perhaps the most innovative and daring minigame since the infamous Resident Evil 2 "Fun in the Morgue" hidden area, cut by censors at the last minute for the US release. Kudos, again. We need more lap dancing, dammit. More sex. It's what makes the world go round. All we DO need is love.
This is clearly written by someone who lacks any sense of what being a true hardcore gamer is about. Anyone that found Final Fantasy Tactics difficult is clearly a FMV-loving, polygon-supporting gaming pansy whose brainpan would probably explode like a Dr. Pepper in a bucket of liquid nitrogen if he ever played a real RPG. You're not worthy to kiss the CD that true classics like Dragon Quest VII and Tactics Ogre are printed on. I agree that Square is condescending towards its audience, betraying its traditions and embracing moronic modern trends, but anyone that hates FF Tactics doesn't truly understand the meaning of most gamers' struggle against the monolithic and Orwellian creature that Square has become. And FFT didn't kill hundreds of thousands of people over the years, in the name of Truth. The Catholic Church did. So sit on that and rotate, bucko.
Oh, sure, you say that you just wanted a nice quiet evening alone. You wanted to comfort me, to make me feel wanted. No strings attached, you said, as you slipped off the bra straps. And now look what's happened. You on your knees again, this time begging for money, to support the bastard that's probably the progeny of some other poor sod. Whatever happened to the good old days of the one-night stand, of spreading one's genes and moving on to the next town, like the Lone Ranger? All you've done is ask and demand, ask that I bend you double like a safety pin, deposit the mad seed before they tie off my tubes, or run me down with dingo dogs for not voting at all. Find some other sucker. Ask AK - he's always eager to claim that any sexual act was his doing. He tries to hard to cover up the fact that he's a eunuch. Sad, really. Make him a daddy. I was yours for a lonely winter's night. That's gift enough.
The Mac is back? The Mac isn't to be mocked? Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Update time, you deluded little worm. The Mac wasn't there to begin with. It can't come back. It has all the market clout of a radical new brand of sewing needle, and boasts a gaming library of months-late ports of PC games and shareware games so direly out of date that they'd be more at home on a Commodore 64. The iMac looks like it was molded out of whipped cream and Jello, not even the good flavors like cherry or raspberry, but the vomitous Lime, Tapioca, and Berry Blue, which CNN has confirmed contains one part per ten thousandth of Hitler's brain. This is their route to success? A computer that looks like something Bill Cosby should be hawking through a heroin-induced stupor, and an emulator that gives PSX owners the opportunity to slog through the Mac OS in all its horror. The Mac OS, by the way, boasts all the elegance and beauty of Bill Gates' hawkish good looks, and not half the functionality of a Pocket Pikachu. If the creation of the Virtual Mac OS doubles the Apple user base, the most that'll happen is that the Mac Expo will have to be held in two janitor's closets, instead of the one they rent out every year.
You are truly the next Liberace, Kevin. Bravo.
Wow, that sounds like a Trek fan's wet dreams. Well, the one after the one with Wesley Crusher in his rainbow-collared jumpsuit, lashed to their specially-made Klingon Love Nest of Prey. I do find this difficult to believe, though. For one thing, I can't imagine a 3 DVD Star Trek game. To fill that vast amount of space, actual creativity would be required, something the franchise hasn't seen hide nor hair of since 1987 or so. I mean, you're expecting the people that turned a cyborg into a sex symbol by slapping a foot-thick steel bra on her chest and a dodgy attempt at a no-nonsense attitude to come up with three DVDs of quality material? The best thing that could be done with the Trek franchise isn't an RPG, but rather to take the current caretakers of the series, toss them out on the street, and test at what range buckshot remains deadly at.
I can think of no finer way to round off today's letters than a missive from the Bizarro World. Thank you, Bizarro Gaban #4. Now, dealing with your points, I think that Mario Party is a clear example that Nintendo has a pool of about a hundred truly talented designers, who are assisted by a squadron of no-talent clueless chimpanzees whose fingers were sawed off during smuggling runs to Iran during the late 70s. The good game designers bring us Metroid and Zelda. The chimpanzees bring us R.O.B. and Mario Party. MP strikes me as a truly exceptional game in that it has over fifty mini-games in it, and somehow, not one of them is more fun than pruning my toes with rusty switchblade. The only way you can have fun with Mario Party is by dropping it off the balcony of your apartment and seeing if it clobbers any pigeons on its way to street level. If it's an RPG, then it's a compelling argument for the gaming industry to look seriously at reviving the tradition of developing crap-ass movie license games for the NES, instead of wasting time with shit like Mario Party. Closing comments Another fine April day, another fine April column. This marks the beginning of a new era, one which will bring the wonder of Irish culture and flaming footsteps to the dirty masses that are you, my beloved readers. All hail me, for I am the path to glory and light! I know everything there is to know about video gaming! I know all there is to know about art and music and poetry! I am sex and love and throbbing good times! I am the Lord of the Dance, now and forever, and you shall all be my SLAVES! Until tomorrow. - Allan Milligan, Lord of the Dance |
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